Cannabis

Prologue

She looked out of the window, to the sprawling green lawns that spread in front of her lavish five-storey residence. The day was grand, with the sound of the rustle of leaves as the gentle wind blew by the area. Yet, there was a sharp contrast between the interior and the exterior of the house.

There was a persistent gloom and uncertainty in her eyes. She is Abigail Slater, 21. There was nothing special about her. She had regular ebony hair, brown eyes, a medium built and had a wheatish complexion, yet there was something more to her.

She came of a rich family in London, where one got their thing without even asking for it. Unlike her sister, Atiqah, she disliked the royal treatment that was rendered to her being the elder daughter and heiress to the magnanimous fortunes of the Slater dynasty. She wanted simplicity and serenity in her life.

But Alas! She got none of those. Everything was so complex and being far from simplicity, everything and everyone looked fake to her. She seemed to be a happy girl, always smiling, but nobody knew that she had a hard time bringing on that fake smile.

In reality, she was starved of genuine love. Her entire being ached for that warm touch, that genuine smile, that true love that she never experienced in her petty life of 21 years and 4 months.

For once, just for once, she wanted to experience something new, something beyond material, physical and superficial needs....someone who will fix her broken self.